legend, goat, icon. If there’s someone I’m never going to stop giving flowers to until the day I die no matter how annoying it gets, it’s Marisol. And maybe Larry David but that’s another rec. To describe her art practice in a few sentences would be to butcher its true mission, as I think is true of most art practices, but to not try at all would be even worse. She created to understand herself, her place in the world. Her style was a hard-fought-for realization of her personality. A mix of pre Colombian folk art, classic sculpture, and the Pop Art scene that was happening around her, the works feels futuristic and ancient at the same time. Honest work, funny work, confounding work. And when she was at the height of her recognition in the 60s, all anyone wanted to talk about was her being hot and a friend of Warhol. Then everyone stopped talking or caring about her. Also when she was at her career peak, she went by 1 name like LeBron or Rihanna. Absolute legend. I’ll never forget seeing her sculpture “Love” for the first time in an Art History lecture. RIP to the goat